The long-threatened team-up of franchise-fueling super-villains
Freddy "A Nightmare on Elm Street" Krueger and Jason "Friday the
13th" Voorhees has come to gory fruition. Not "A Nightmare on Friday
the 13th." Not "A Jason on Elm Street." Not "Freddy the 13th." No.
The only title for this horror crossover had to be "Freddy vs.
Jason," like a heavyweight title match. For all of the copious
special-effectual slicing, dicing and bleeding, the B-movie
merchandising marvel envisioned by studio bean-counters is
cable-ready drivel for the bored or loaded. There are
spine-snappings, decapitations and eviscerations of dim young people,
yet nothing's too interesting until the main event, when
razor-fingered child-killer Freddy goes at invulnerable hockey-masked
psycho-with-a-machete Jason. Freddy, played with his usual glee by
Robert Englund, is forgotten by the denizens of suburban Elm Street.
Stuck in Hell, he can't enter people's dreams to terrorize them, so
he resurrects Jason and sends him to Elm Street to reawaken the fear
that feeds Freddy's existence. But Jason won't quit slaughtering teen
morons and let Freddy loose. Thus, the two monsters have their
face-off, which the fans will love. Ecch.